Harping on Writing
by Sheila Connolly (who apologizes for the bad pun!) I recently went to an event where eleven (I counted!) Irish harpers performed together. It’s the New England Irish Harp Orchestra,…
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New Kid in Town
by Sheila Connolly Being the new kid in town isn’t easy. I didn’t want to be here at all, and I sure didn’t want to have to meet all the…
Balance
by Sheila Connolly Recently I had dinner at a renowned restaurant with a big-name chef in a Boston suburb. Since this was sort of a celebration (yet another birthday, sigh),…
Memories
by Sheila Connolly Memories are tricky things. Recently I traveled to New York City with my sister and we spent a whirlwind two days there, visiting places we remembered and…
Irish Cosies
by Sheila Connolly When I’m in Ireland, I spend a lot of time in bookstores. This is easy because there are a lot of bookstores in Ireland. Just about every…
Iconography, or Cozy Cats
by Sheila Connolly Iconography is a fancy word, eh? According to Webster’s, it means the “traditional or conventional images or symbols associated with a subject.” Dan Brown preferred the term…
Ireland
by Sheila Connolly As you might guess from my surname (which was my father’s), I’m half-Irish. My mother, on the other hand, had New England ancestors back to the boat…
Happy Solstice!
By Sheila Connolly It’s a new year. But the January 1st date is an historic artifact, set by the Romans, who gave us Janus, looking both backward and forward. Except…
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